| Fall with me, you will see
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| It is free from pain
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| Just let go the things you know
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| And let us start again
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| A clarion call from up above
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| To sink below the waterline
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| And save another lover
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| Of the drowning kind
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| So if there was a worthy cause
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| For seeking worldly fame
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| And write a song to write the wrongs
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| Of a world gone up in flame
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| A siren song so clear and strong
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| To reach behind the fault-lines
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| And guide a human heart
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| Through these trying times
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| If we were blind would we find
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| Comfort in the dark
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| Or look for ways to lift the haze
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| And fill the void with sparks
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| In hope that someday soon will come
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| To wash away the absence
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| Just like a man must face
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| His own conscience
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| So fall with me and you will see
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| It is free from pain
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| Just let go the things you know
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| And let us start again
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| A clarion call from up above
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| To sing below the waterline
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| And save a drowning soldier
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| Of the dying kind |